The Fourth Day: Tongues Entwined
“Are you sure this is okay?”
“We’re just gradually increasing the stimulation.”
The inn at night.
Once again, we faced each other completely naked. My rigid shaft and Irene’s thoroughly soaked entrance, slick enough for anything to slide in smoothly, were pointed directly at one another.
Yet today, too, we couldn’t go all the way.
Instead, one new act had finally been unlocked. Irene seemed delighted by even that small concession.
“Finally… we can actually do something?”
She smiled in ecstasy and pulled me into an embrace. The moment her breasts pressed against my body, my cock twitched harder, brushing against the soft folds guarding her womb.
This was our nightly ritual—naked, facing each other, bodies aching.
The constant flow of lubrication from both our sexes was simply an added bonus.
Anyway, tonight we were permitted only one single act.
“So… shall we?”
A deep kiss.
Nothing else was allowed. We couldn’t touch any erogenous zones. The only thing permitted was holding each other naked while sharing a deep kiss.
“Mm… come here.”
After so long, our lips finally met. I slipped my tongue inside.
“Hnnng?!”
Irene came instantly, squirting all over my thighs.
She panted heavily into my mouth for a moment before regaining her senses. Closing her eyes, she began to move.
“Chuu… haa… chuuuurrrp…”
With her eyes shut, she started mixing her tongue with mine in earnest.
Whether it was the explosion of everything she had been holding back, Irene moved her tongue in a trance-like state. She never stopped, relentlessly exploring every corner of my mouth like a serpent. Sometimes she licked my upper teeth, sometimes she caught the underside of my tongue and savored it, and at other times she wrapped her tongue around mine as if refusing to ever let it escape.
I felt the same way. I welcomed her aggressive tongue and responded in kind. Her kiss was so intense, as though she wanted to devour me whole, that I couldn’t pull away even if I tried.
We stood there for a long time, kissing without any sense of how much time had passed or how far the moonlight had shifted. We simply reveled in the long-awaited stimulation.
I wanted to grab her ass.
But that was a forbidden erogenous zone tonight. I wanted to squeeze her buttocks while kissing her deeply, yet all I could do was grip her waist tightly.
I wanted to hold her breasts. Instead, I could only rub my cock against the lower part of her belly.
I wanted to keep teasing her nipples, licking them while listening to her moans of pleasure. But only our nipples could touch.
Irene hugged me, then grabbed my head and began kissing me even more fiercely. Saliva mingled, our minds grew hazy with shared pleasure, and the wet sounds echoing in our mouths became a wordless declaration of affection, flowing through the dance of our tongues.
How many minutes had passed? Thirty? An hour? The moonlight no longer reached us. How long had we been standing here, kissing?
“Pwah…”
I pulled back briefly to catch my breath. But Irene looked at me with a melted expression, her tongue still moving as if she were still kissing me.
“Irene?”
“Hnn… Morris… why… aren’t we… kissing anymore?”
“I just needed a moment to breathe… How long were we at it?”
“I don’t know… Who cares… The night is long… Let’s just feel good with kisses… okay?”
The way she pleaded with that desperate look stirred something sadistic in me. I approached her and kissed her—but kept my mouth closed.
Unable to slip her tongue inside, Irene looked disappointed.
“Why are you being like this all of a sudden…?”
“I was wondering how I could make you even more desperate.”
She pouted, then suddenly hugged me tightly, refusing to let me escape.
“Hmph. You think I’m going to let a rare chance to kiss you slip by? Prepare yourself. I’m not holding back.”
She pushed me against the wall, wrapped her arms tightly around my upper body, and thrust her tongue in to resume the deep kiss.
Irene’s renewed kiss was aggressive. When I playfully moved my tongue in the opposite direction, she immediately chased after it, caught it, and sucked hard. She was so proactive that I wondered just how long she had been holding back. In the end, I gave up teasing and let her do as she pleased.
Gradually, my body slid down the wall until I was sitting, with Irene straddling me as we continued to entwine our tongues.
If I thrust upward now, it would feel incredible.
If I grabbed her ass, the sensation would be perfect.
“Hnnng… It’s a little disappointing that we can only kiss, but…”
While saying that, Irene blew a breath onto the tip of my cock resting against her belly. The sudden stimulation made my body twitch.
“This feels nice too…”
Irene resumed kissing me.
Our tongues mingled, and mingled, and mingled, and mingled.
Twisting like serpents, coiling like ropes, sometimes only the tips touching.
Eventually, we collapsed onto the bed, yet the deep kissing never stopped.
“Hnn… Morris… I love kissing… It tastes good… It feels amazing…”
Irene hugged me tighter, her tongue colliding with mine even more forcefully.
I clung to her as well, wrapping my arms around her waist so she couldn’t escape. We pressed so tightly together that it was as if we were warning each other not to go anywhere.
“Morris… do you like kissing? Am I good at it?”
She looked at me with an ecstatic, almost orgasmic smile, licked my lips, and asked.
“The best.”
“Your kisses aren’t bad either… You know exactly how to stimulate all the good spots on my tongue. For example…”
Irene slipped her tongue in again. When she laid it on top of mine, I twisted my tongue over hers, licking and sucking the middle of it with the tip. Then I pulled back slightly.
“I really like the way you respond like this, Morris.”
Before long, another intense deep kiss began.
Sometimes we kissed lying on our sides, sometimes with me on top, sometimes with her on top. Because we couldn’t touch each other’s bodies freely, only our legs could cross, stimulating each other’s sexes.
It happened unconsciously. We weren’t supposed to touch, yet my knee had slipped between her thighs and was rubbing against her drenched folds.
“Hnnng… Morris, that place…♡”
Irene seemed to be acting unconsciously as well—her thighs had wrapped around my shaft. Thankfully, she didn’t move in a way that would count as penetration; she simply enveloped me in the soft, warm flesh of her thighs.
“You’re stimulating me too… with your thighs.”
“But… I can’t help grabbing it without realizing…”
Then she whispered in my ear.
“As long as we don’t cum or climax, it’s fine… right?”
Her temptation was too strong. I found myself nodding. The haze from our entwined tongues made rational thought difficult. So I decided to let things happen as they would.
“Haaah!”
I rubbed my knee more vigorously against her entrance while she wrapped both legs around it. Her thighs also continued to stimulate my cock.
“Open your mouth.”
“Yeees…♡”
We resumed deep kissing. We drew even closer, pressing our bodies tightly together. Our nipples touched. My arms pulled her waist closer, and she wrapped her arms around my waist in return.
“Hehe… It’s like your cock is clinging to me as if it’s trying to rise up inside me, isn’t it?”
Our bodies were now pressed so close that even our sexes were touching. If I moved up and down now, I could paint her face white with semen, but I didn’t.
“This cock… will be inside me in just a few more days, right?”
“…Yeah. That’s right.”
“Then until then, I’ll have to mark it with my scent so no one else can take it…”
Irene rubbed her belly against my shaft. The stimulation made me groan—it was dangerous.
“There. That should do it.”
She pressed her lips to my ear and whispered.
“Morris… your cock… is mine… On the last day, I’m going to squeeze it dry…”
She claimed ownership.
I felt the same way. So I leaned in and whispered back into her ear.
“Your pussy is mine too… On the last day, I’ll turn it into a cum-filled sheath for my cock…”
Irene’s face flushed bright red before breaking into a smile.
“Then… we belong to each other now? I’m yours, and you’re mine…?”
After confirming our mutual claim, we looked at each other and laughed.
“I’m so happy♡”
We kissed again.
“I’ll be looking forward to hearing those words again on the last day.”
At Irene’s whisper, an indescribable emotion welled up inside me, and our tongues sought each other even more fiercely.
We continued changing positions on the bed, never breaking our kiss.
The longer we kissed, the more skillful and lewd our tongue movements became, and the more we devoured each other.
Eventually, we finally reached—
D-95.
Until the day Morris and Irene die.